Dana is a 21st Century woman who doesn't think in terms of carriages, chaperons, or calling cards. Then, one night during an electrical storm, she tumbles into her favorite historical romance novel. When she awakens, she finds a world full of images that are not real, a foreboding old mansion filled with magic tricks, and a dark, tortured paper hero who lives alone. Is he real, or is he a ghost?<br><br>He comes to her as a spirit, his voice whispering soft, enticing accents in her ear. His presence is a seductive wind,-a mist that fondles her. He wants to capture her, hold her close,-have her always to love. But how can he when he is no more than a figment of someone's imagination?<br><br>Is there no way out for Dana? Will these lovers be imprisoned forever between the pages of this book, or will the closing of the last page rip them apart?

The Erotic Ghost

“You’re all crazy,” she sobbed, and turned to run, the vast hall she entered becoming a dark cave of colorful ghosts, their lips stretched upward in haunting macabre smiles. She ran from them—from Thorn—from the truth.


Dana stayed in her room the rest of the day, her face pressed against the cold glass of her window. When at last the sun was setting, she went down to dinner. As usual, the table was set for three, but she was the only one there. She looked up at Thorn when he came in to look over the settings. “I want to see him. Is he coming down?”


“I believe you are aware the Master is indisposed.”


“I’m sick of hearing that word. I can’t wait, Thorn. I want out of here. If he brought me here, then he can release me.”


“Release you from a novel you are trapped in? Tell him that and he will likely send you to Hellingly…”


“Hellingly? What the hell is…that?”


Chapter 17